In March 2008 I visited a place that changed my life. Of course, back then bracing myself for every bump in the dusty road I had no idea where the rusted bus careening wildly along the highway from Phnom Penh …
Heartbreak and Healing in the Holy Land
“May I have your passport, please?” asked the man at the hotel’s dingy reception desk.
“Certainly.” Smiling brightly, I handed it over.
“And the other one?”, he asked.
“Um, there is no other one. …
